Born Beggar!

Born Beggar!

The song of my life

Is but one;

I’m NOT a born beggar!                    

Laughing out loud, the boy made fun of Usama who had just declared,’ I will also own a big shining black car like that one, one day’’.

‘What’s making you laugh?’, asked Usama.

Ali, still rolling in laughter, mocked him further, ‘And how would you get the money to buy such a car?’ Read more

She is….

She is….

She is, baba’s little, amma’s (mother’s) jewel, and the town’s darling, a pretty youth of 15, a family’s tomboy, not in the sense that would make her socially awkward, you know. She is…. perhaps a little extraordinary. In her little extraordinary lies her real strength. There is not anything she would not want to do anew; there isn’t anyone she would see in pain, and she wouldn’t want to relieve him of it ,in the least care for how out of the way; not a single request of help that  would go turned down by her  making one wonder about what heart she possesses  ; not a challenge set forth to her that she would deny to accept; not a single sport , be it for girls or boys, that won’t witness her try on it; not a problem she is challenged with that she won’t come out having it resolved leaving none unimpressed; a real version of  ‘the unreal’…. if it may not be wrong to say. Read more

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 October ,2007

‘’Sometimes duaas (prayers) are made wholeheartedly just in the hope of being accepted soon, but it’s the decision of the Divinity that delays the response to them owing to His best judgments about our lives. The period of wait, however, is a true test of our patience as the feelings of dejection are sufficient enough to direct us to the paths of disbelief.

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